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I'm in my bag like a bandito Hands in the air, keep it tranquilo (Don't say another motherfuckin' word) I don't really wanna hurt nobody But I will do what I need though All for the bag like a bandito My life a movie, Tarantino Put the dinero in the bag and make it ándale (ándale, ándale, ándale, ándale) Got no time for cappuccino We some banditos You can see by the way I walk I'm the man here With a heavy bag, I'm Evander I finesse licks, like a stamp here And my whole clique full of champs here Got a whole grip like a clamp here Hit the bank account my advance clear, now my Balance great I could stand still, yeah I'm in my bag again, okay The cash come in, okay I don't keep much liquid I put it back again, okay I don't think you, really think about it like I do, bro Take some notes and you might come to grow like an oak tree All my fans know the whole plan is to reinvest Nate Rose stock staying way up for a long time like it need to rest Contribution max in my 401(k), 41k in a vest Compound interest get to work When I'm 41, you might catch me out in key west I'm in my bag like a bandito Hands in the air, keep it tranquilo (Don't say another motherfuckin' word) I don't really wanna hurt nobody But I will do what I need though All for the bag like a bandito My life a movie, Tarantino Put the dinero in the bag and make it ándale (ándale, ándale, ándale, ándale) Got no time for cappuccino We some banditos Bones breaking, soul taking If a nigga wanna disturb my checks comin' in Bags heavy, lawyers in the gym with me Team growing, my reps doublin' No digas otra palabra I'm the one doing the talkin' Man, fuck the the dogs, I'm with the Chupacabra Here to drain you of all of them pockets Chop chop, cut the bullshit Make it quick, can stand the lollygag Your bitch comin' with me too nigga Slick back the hair, hit the Fonzy snap Anything you say you gon' do probably cap I'm pull out the polygraph, or a body bag Make your permanent residence same place the creepy crawlies at And that's six feet, down please If you on some fuck shit, I'll match you on that ground beef Mi amigos bout it, we got you surrounded Giddy up, giddy up! I'm in my bag like a bandito Hands in the air, keep it tranquilo (Don't say another motherfuckin' word) I don't really wanna hurt nobody But I will do what I need though All for the bag like a bandito My life a movie, Tarantino Put the dinero in the bag and make it ándale (ándale, ándale, ándale, ándale) Got no time for cappuccino We some banditos
Writer(s): Olliver Scott Joseph Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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